Su Xingyu lives in a rich area.

In the so-called rich areas, you can always meet all kinds of neighbors who are either rich or expensive, and any one you run across is a celebrity.

Xia Ling is one of them, and she is very eye-catching. After all, in such a high-end and luxurious community, it's rare for her to squat in front of other people's houses to provoke cats and dogs, and fight with children playing hide and seek and robbing lollipops. She kept the dog gnawing at the mud. She was pitifully lying in the flowers with tears on her long curly eyelashes. She blinked at Su Xingyu and wanted to cry.

Su Xingyu sighed with a headache and went over to help her up.

It's not surprising that she is soft hearted, but the beauty of some girls, even in the face of the same sex, also has great lethality.

Xia Ling stood firm with her hand, patted the mud on her body, looked at the faint bloodstain scratched by the flower thorn on her white leg, and cried again: "pain... Will I fracture?"

Su Xingyu simply want to roll his eyes: "fracture, you can still stand well?"

"... yeah." The girl side head thought to think, break a tearful smile, "that is good, otherwise son Heng scolds to death me."

She hopped to Su Xingyu's rattan chair and asked her, "what's your name? My name is Xia Ling, and I live over there -- "she waved her finger in a very vague direction from afar," over there full of red roses. The white roses in your house are very beautiful, but they are too unripe to climb. I fell off and it hurt me to death. "

Said, wrongly rubbed rubs on the calf the wound.

Su Xingyu is speechless. Miss Xia Ling, who told you that rose is a kind of climbing?

"Why are you climbing my wall?" She couldn't help asking.

"You haven't told me your name yet." The girl is so small tempered that she looks at the flower tea on the glass round table not far away with bright eyes. "It looks like a good drink. I want it too."

Su Xingyu thinks it's hard to communicate with her. It seems that she is a bear child. "Tell me why you climbed the wall, and I'll have someone make you tea," she said

"Really?" The girl's eyes are brighter and she looks at her without blinking.

"Really."

"Pull the hook?"

"Pull..." pull your sister. Su Xingyu just wants to be rude. She doesn't understand how Xia Ling, the Legendary Super Queen who sings like the sound of nature and is arrogant, is such a virtue in private?

Over there, the girl with mud on her dress has come over and shakes her hand intimately: "OK, the hook is finished. I tell you, it's all your fault that the roses are blooming so well. I smell the fragrance from a long distance, so I want to climb up and have a look. As soon as I see it's a white rose, I like it more... There is no white rose growing in this neighborhood. I want to steal, oh no! I just want to quietly pick one back to Ziheng, just one! I didn't expect that I fell down, and my new skirt was also broken. Wuwuwuwu... I have a concert tomorrow. What can I do with my leg injury... "

The girl said sad again, wrongly looking at the shallow prickle scratch on her leg.

Su Xingyu couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect that it was for such a reason.

She decisively picked a gorgeous white rose and put it in Xia Ling's hand: "take it, go home and ask your servant to give you some medicine. You won't see it tomorrow."

Xia Ling cherished the rose with her two fine white hands. The tears on her eyelashes were not dry yet: "you promised to make flower tea for me."

Su Xingyu took a deep breath, forced to resist the impulse of throwing her out, and raised his voice: "Guima!"

The amiable maid soon walked into the backyard and was surprised to see the scene: "young lady, Miss Xia Ling?" How did Miss Xia Ling get in? No visitors at the main entrance!

Regardless of her surprise, Su Xingyu said, "go pack some flower tea for Miss Xia, and then send her home." She was fed up with this crying girl, or, in her heart, she was so envious. The girl's eyes and eyebrows are so bright, for a little trouble can seriously embarrass for a long time. How she also hoped that she could regard being scratched by a little prickle as a big thing. How carefree she had to be in her daily life to cry for such a small thing? It's a pity that Su Xingyu is not so lucky.

Su Xingyu's look was a little gloomy.

Over there, GUI Ma said to Xia Ling politely, "Miss Xia, please follow me." She didn't ask how Xia Ling came in. Even if she had great curiosity, it was the owner's business. Even if Su Xingyu is forbidden by Lu Shifeng, she is still their young lady, and she is absolutely not to be ignored by them. Her guests are the guests of the family.Xia Ling still hesitated to follow GUI Ma, then turned back in the middle: "you haven't told me your name yet."

Su Xingyu rubbed his forehead and pretended not to hear him. He turned and went upstairs.

In the evening, when Lu Shifeng came back, he saw her half leaning against the bay window of her bedroom in a daze. Her white dress and long hair were scattered down. In the sunset, she seemed to be covered with a light golden light, and she seemed to be a little disappointed.

He hugged her from behind, side head kiss her ear, she hid for a while, in exchange for his ruthless bite.

She cried in pain: "Lu Shifeng!"

He struggled hard, but his whole body was confined in his arms and couldn't move.

His voice came from behind, low and cold, like the coldest frost in deep winter: "many days, haven't you learned?"

She trembled a little, and did not dare to move or speak. I felt that he gave a low smile, and the tip of his tongue gently touched the blood bead on her ear. It was gentle and soft, but it made people feel cold at the bottom of their heart.

Her back is stiff, and she tries not to think that she is being held in her arms by a demon like man at this moment. Her eyes unconsciously fall on a corner of the backyard downstairs, where there is a cluster of collapsed roses, white petals scattered like snow, and the ground is in a mess.

That's the mark that Xia Ling collapsed this afternoon.

The girl who is as free as an elf

Her fingertips gently touched the cold glass. There was something that could not be seen

Lu Shifeng kisses the blood on her ear and sees the rose bush along her line of sight: "has Xia Ling ever been here?"

During her confinement, the servants would report everything that happened at home to him. As soon as he came in, he heard about the girl's visit.

Su Xingyu was silent.

So he kisses her ear again and bites down the wound just now. She cries out in pain again.